Death!
To the tyrant
Death!
To the tyrant
born as a free heart
suffer in chains
bent to the only will of the english crown
Highlands and clans, fallen in bane
red are the clouds, cold is the rain
long is the path we have to deal
strong is the chant, we have no fear
In defiance of tyranny
Burn it all!
and tell them our rage in the years to come
Burn it all!
whispers of sorrow
through the sounds of the war
paint up your face
and defend your motherland
whispers of sorrow - oh ancient voice
through the sounds of the war - oh sounds of war
paint up your face - paint up your face
and defend your motherland
We'll remember the stories and the tales
of enemies fallen drowning in the shadow
Death to the tyrant that rules into these lands
as rebels began, as freemen it will end
rebel and free
rebel and free
la la la la
LET's GO!
